Fang Zilan quietly looked at Wang Shen, who was crying uncontrollably on the main seat, and suddenly felt a little sour in her heart.
When did the error begin? No one knows. A child wants nothing more than an orange, but his parents plant a mountain of peaches. The former realizes that he does not ask for much, while the latter realizes that he has endured hardships.
I don't know how much time passed, but Fang Zilan heard her own voice, which was indifferent and cold, "A child should have a temper when he loses his temper. Master Shen, the dead one is the most important, please ask Uncle Wang to go home."
"Having a temper?" Wang Shen looked at Fang Zilan, his eyes almost filled with sadness, but within a moment, it turned into self-mockery.
Everyone in the world is like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or cold. If this is the case, how can his state of mind be judged by outsiders?
His hand resting on the table shook, and then he gripped the corner of the table tightly, sighing with relief: "Okay, that's it. Let Uncle Xu invite the old man to go home."
"Master, Uncle Xu is still locked up in the woodshed by you. Look..." The boy on the side looked at Wang Shen cautiously, and saw him wave his hand dejectedly, "Go and bring Uncle Xu over."
The boy responded and ran out quickly. After a while, he helped an old man with a haggard face come back.
The old man was naturally the Uncle Xu in Wang Shen's mouth. When the boy ran out, Yun Qinghan whispered to Fang Zilan and Awan that Uncle Xu was the housekeeper of the Wang family and the old man beside Uncle Wang.
Fang Zilan felt reassured. Wang Shen could drive Uncle Wang out of the house, so it was not unreasonable to lock Uncle Xu into the woodshed. I think Uncle Xu wanted to dissuade Wang Shen, but he never thought that he would imprison him instead.
A loyal servant who protects his master, I wonder how sad Uncle Xu would be if he knew the news of Uncle Wang's death?
"Master, who's coffin is in the courtyard?" Uncle Xu anxiously asked about the coffin in the courtyard as soon as he entered the hall. Seeing Wang Shen's silence, he said calmly: "It can't be... it's... …”
The slight hope in Xu Bo's words was finally extinguished by Wang Shen. He lowered his head and whispered: "It's the old man."
"What?" Uncle Xu seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue, and he stood there unable to move for a long time.
After a while, Uncle Xu came to his senses, stumbled to the courtyard, knelt down in front of the coffin, kowtowed deeply, and burst into tears, "Master... how could you..."
Awan couldn't stand it anymore, and ran to the courtyard with red eyes, knelt down next to Uncle Xu, and said softly: "Uncle Xu, please forgive me and accept the change. If Uncle Wang is still here, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this."
Wang Shen remained sitting in the main seat without any reaction. Seeing him like this, everyone in the Wang family boldly walked to the courtyard spontaneously and knelt beside the coffin. Soon bursts of sobbing could be heard in the courtyard. .
Fang Zilan glanced at the people in the courtyard who were immersed in sadness, then turned to Wang Shen and said, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
"There's nothing interesting to see." Wang Shen turned away and said in a deep voice, "When I kicked him out of the house, that was the last time I saw him."
"Really?" Fang Zilan lowered her expression thoughtfully, ignored Wang Shen, and turned around to go to the courtyard.
However, the moment she turned around, Wang Shen's voice suddenly sounded behind her, "I'm sorry, old man, I..."
"If you have anything to say, just tell Uncle Wang face to face." Fang Zilan interrupted him rudely. She did not look back, "I really have no interest in listening to you." After that, she walked out.
Yun Qinghan looked at Wang Shen hesitantly, and finally followed Fang Zilan to the courtyard. They stood at the end of the crowd and heard Uncle Xu yelling at the top of his lungs: "Master, do you really not want to see me for the last time? "
The almost shrill cry seemed particularly abrupt among the whimpering. Uncle Xu repeated it over and over again, as if Wang Shen would not stop if he did not respond.
I don't know how long he shouted, but Uncle Xu suddenly coughed violently, as if he couldn't hold it in any longer, and he was out of breath. Fortunately, Awan's quick eyesight and quick hands gradually stabilized his situation.
"Master..." Uncle Xu murmured, and Awan helped him calm down and said: "Uncle Xu, he won't come over, you..."
She stopped abruptly before she could finish her words. The crowd dispersed to both sides. On the way out was Wang Shen. He looked condescendingly at Uncle Xu, "You have been taking care of me since I was away, the old man. So. Even if I drive the old man out, I will still keep you. If you have anything to say, just say it and I will listen."
"Master, I know that you have always been resentful towards me. You feel that I only care about charity and don't care about you at all." Uncle Xu coughed again as he spoke, "Actually, you have misunderstood me."
Wang Shen snorted coldly and did not refute. Seeing this, Uncle Xu raised his hand and said to the boy closest to him: "Go and get the sachet under the pillow in the master's room."
After the boy left, Uncle Xu turned to Wang Shen and continued: "Master, my wife had a difficult labor when she gave birth to you, so you were not in good health during the infancy. For this reason, the master once invited eminent monks to come to the house to see me, and the eminent monks said Young Master, you are destined to be too old, and you will not live to be seven years old."
He sighed faintly, "I didn't believe it, so I spent a lot of money to seek medical help from all directions, but it still had no effect. Seeing that you were about to turn seven, I was extremely worried. When I was helpless, I just thought about what I could do to make you happy. It’s also good.”
"Would the old man have such intentions?" Wang Shen sneered, but saw the boy who had just gone to get the sachet returned.
The boy was about to hand the sachet to Uncle Xu, but unexpectedly he looked at Wang Shen and said, "You don't have to give it to me, give it to the young master."
"What is this?" Wang Shen frowned and looked at the worn sachet in front of him, but did not take it.
Uncle Xu put his hand on his chest, took a breath and said, "You will know after you open it and take a look."
Wang Shen impatiently took the sachet and tore it open. A piece of paper that had already turned yellow was placed inside. He took out the paper and unfolded it, only to see that it read crookedly: I wish there would be no beggars in the world.
"This is what you wrote, Master." Uncle Xu explained: "When you were six years old, you saw a starving child on the roadside. The child was as old as you. After you saw him, you pestered the Master. The child must be saved. The master knows that one thing has another problem, and once the relief work starts, it cannot be stopped, otherwise he will be pointed at the spine and scolded as being rich and unkind, but he still saved the child for you. Not only That child, and many homeless and beggars behind him."
Wang Shen listened to his words, and the hand holding the paper couldn't help but tremble, "What happened next?"
"Later, when you were seven years old, you really fell seriously ill and fell into a coma with high fever. All the doctors said you were hopeless. Only the master didn't believe it and stayed up all night watching over you." Uncle Xu recalled the past with a gentle expression, "Until later. When you woke up, the master found this sachet under your pillow. Somehow, the master felt that your wish moved the gods and Buddhas and saved your life. From then on, the master put the sachet on his pillow. Below, I will treat it as my own wish and I will accumulate blessings for you."
"You mean, everything the old man did was all because of me?" Wang Shen pinched the paper in his hand in disbelief, while Fang Zilan stood outside the crowd and watched coldly, feeling unspeakably sad.
Perhaps one day, the child who wants oranges will know the story behind that mountain of peaches. They are just childish words that he once mentioned casually but forgot about, but his parents not only took it seriously, but also gave everything they had for it.
The child only thinks that the oranges he wanted most but were not satisfied are precious. As everyone knows, if I had gotten the orange at that time, I would still have other regrets.
The paper, which could not bear the force, finally broke into crumbs in Wang Shen's hands, and fell on Uncle Wang's coffin.
"Dad, I'll pick you up and take you home."
